Sam Evian - Life Go Low

One, two, three

Every morning Wake up and rise, realize Not dead, surprise, another day

Catch a feeling Divinate, don't hate Make up your mind, you'll be late You gotta fly

Life goes low You try to make sense, but you really don't know You really don't know

Call me, honey I got an idea, it's not funny Everything rides on a man's money Don't you know?

Let's run away Down south, weather's great No one will mind if you show up late I know for sure

Life goes low You try to make sense, but you really don't know You really don't know

Life goes low You try to make sense, but you really don't know You really don't know